Priscilla: I know how
upset you are, Samantha. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you.

Samantha: Is it just that
simple for you? You do something wrong, and you make it right. That your teenage
daughter gets pregnant, and you get rid of the baby. That's not how normal
people think, Mother. You're sick.

Stephanie: I think you
need some time to talk to each other alone --

Samantha: No, Stephanie.
Please. I need you here. The Forresters have been more family to me than my own
ever was, and now I understand why.

Priscilla: I'm still your
mother, Samantha. No amount of wishful thinking is going to change that.

Samantha: You don't have a
clue what it means to be a Mother. You were supposed to protect me, to love me.

Priscilla: That's
precisely why I did what I did.

Samantha: What, that you
lied to me, and that you lied to Hector? That you robbed me of my child all of
these years, out of love?

[ Priscilla sighs ]

Priscilla: I can
understand why this would be hard for you to understand, but this is the truth.

Samantha: Since when have
you ever told the truth? You told me that my baby -- my precious little daughter
was dead. You saw the hell that I was going through. And knowing that you could
have spared me that pain, that you could put her back in my arms, you still
never said a word.

Priscilla: I almost did --
many, many times. But I was afraid if I had told you what I had done, you would
never forgive me.

Samantha: I'll never
forgive you for not telling me. I can't stand to look at you. Get out.

Priscilla: I'm not going
anywhere, darling, until I make you understand why I made the choice that I did,
as deplorable as it may seem now.

Samantha: Taking my child
should never have been a choice.

Priscilla: It may not seem
like anything you'd understand now. But all I was doing was giving you a chance
to have a life.

Samantha: I had a life,
Mother, with a man that I loved, and a child that I wanted, and you snatched it
all away!

Priscilla: I wanted you to
have all that -- love, a family -- just not as a teenager.

[ Samantha laughs ]

Samantha: So because it
didn't fit into your timetable, that gave you the right to take it away? Why
don't you be honest for just once in your life, Mother. You weren't protecting
me. It was about you. It's always been about you. And that's all you have now.

Deacon: Jackie, I'm doing
this for your own good. You got a good head on those pretty shoulders. I want
you think real carefully about the ramifications of keeping this secret.

Jackie: Yeah? Like what?

Deacon: I don't know.
Like, ah, what if something happens to the kid down the road?

Jackie: Oh!

Deacon: I'm not the grim
reaper here, but I am a realist. If he goes to the hospital and they take a
blood test -- come on, with all the technology they have now, the entire secret
blows up.

Jackie: Yeah, but it could
still blow up in my face if I tell them now --

Deacon: We are talking
about a much bigger disaster! Come on, look, by this time, Nick is bonded with
this kid. They've spent years together. They're attached. You not only --
Jackie, you not only have ruined your son's life, he'll never speak to you
again.

Massimo: Dominick, your
mother and I were only trying to help. Believe me. But I promise you, from now
on, we will keep our nose out of your business.

Nick: I know you just want
to be a good father, but you don't have to try so hard. You already are.

Massimo: Well, that
certainly is nice to hear. But I wish your brother felt the same way.

Nick: Ridge is mad at me,
not you.

Massimo: Oh, that's what I
thought, until --

[ Massimo sighs ] He gave
me back his Marone ring. We're not in a very good place right now, I'm afraid.

Nick: I didn't mean to
tear this family apart like this. I'm sorry.

Massimo: No, no, Dominick,
you have nothing to feel guilty about. You are doing what is best for your son,
and that is honorable! And Ridge -- well, Ridge will come to see that.

Nick: Well, I hope you're
right. You know, I can be a real "Payne" sometimes, don't you think?

Massimo: Oh, come on.

Nick: No? Well, I for one
am tired of being a "Payne" -- in the neck, or any kind for that matter.

Massimo: What are you
talking about?

Nick: What do you think of
the name Nick Marone?

Massimo: Wait a second.
Are you saying -- ?

Nick: I'd like to carry on
the family name. I'd like my son to carry the name on as well.

Massimo: Oh, god,
Dominick. You have no idea how badly I have wanted that. Have you, my son and my
grandson, to take on the family name -- oh, god! I just didn't want to pressure
you.

Nick: I appreciate that.

Massimo: But now that you
brought it up, I would like to case my vote on your son's first name. If you
don't mind, all right? Now, see, this is what I think. I think that Dominick
Marone, Jr. Has a nice ring to it. What do you say?

Nick: Junior?

Massimo: Yeah.

Nick: Maybe I ought to
pass that by Brooke first.

[ Massimo laughs ]

Massimo: Oh! Who would've
ever guessed it, huh -- two old salts standing around, coming up with a name for
your son -- my grandson of all things.

Nick: I think this kid's
making me soft.

Massimo: No. No, Dominick.
No, not at all. What this kid is doing is making you stronger. He's changing
your life, for the better.

Jackie: Okay, okay, okay!
You have made your gruesome point, all right? But how do you plan to get the
samples anyway to run another bloody paternity test?

Deacon: Come here. Check
this out. Listen. Although this is not the preferred method, you can still get
results by taking a hair from one of the potential father's scalps. You then
extract the DNA or something from the follicle.

Deacon: It says that "if
only one of the potential fathers is available, you can still get a conclusive
result." And so, we just need one potential daddy, one potential hair. You know
what occurs to me is that Nick has been under a tremendous amount of stress
lately. I'm sure he's gotten a few new gray hairs. We wouldn't want to tarnish
that golden boy image.

Jackie: Oh.

Deacon: Jackie -- Jackie,
listen. You can do this. You can do this. All you have to do is discreetly pull
a hair -- it can be gray, it can be blond.

Jackie: Oh, god.

Deacon: Come on. All you
gotta do is, you know, play the pestering mother routine. That shouldn't be too
hard. He's never gonna know what hit him. Or plucked him.

[ Jackie sighs ]

Jackie: Can't I just take
one from his pillow?

Deacon: No, no, no, no,
no, no! It's gotta be a live follicle. Now here's the tricky part -- we have to
get the original results. We have to be able to match it from Nick's hair to the
baby's DNA.

Jackie: Well, that's
impossible, isn't it? I mean, we can't just march into Dr. Paxson's old office
and demand the paternity test results.

Deacon: All right, all
right. You might be right about that. We may have to -- we might have to be a
little more creative.

Priscilla: How can you
think my motives were purely selfish, when I have helped you gain so much? Just
look at what you've been able to achieve since then. You've become a
world-renowned interior designer, not to mention traveling around the world.

Samantha: Because nothing
ever felt like home. Because I was searching for something that was missing from
my life. I was desperately trying to fill this hole in my heart. Do you even
know what that is, mother -- a heart? I always thought there was something wrong
with me. I didn't date. I never seemed to love. When you knew what I needed --
my family was here all along. How could you take that away from your own
daughter?

Priscilla: You're not the
only one who has suffered. I left my life in Los Angeles and moved across the
country, so I could give you a fresh start.

Samantha: Am I supposed to
feel sorry for you?

Priscilla: I just want you
to understand that it hasn't been easy for me, either.

Samantha: I will never
understand your sick, twisted mind. Or how you could do the things that you did
to me -- to my child -- to hector. Never.

Priscilla: Not a day has
gone by that I didn't think about what I had done. The damage that I have
caused. And it has weighed very heavily on my heart. And yes, I do have one.

Samantha: So that's
supposed to be your pathetic attempt at an apology?

Priscilla: I regret what I
have done, more than I can say. But that was a long time ago. Things were
different then. It was a different time. And I hope that I'm a different person
now. That being said, I think it's time to put it everything behind us and move
on.

Samantha: Just like that.

Priscilla: The sooner we
move on, the better. I assume you're going to see your daughter tomorrow. I'd
like to be there. Perhaps I can help.

Samantha: No. I don't want
you to inflict any more of your so-called "help" on my daughter. You're not
family to me anymore.

Samantha: I have a new
family -- the one that you kept from me. And I want you to stay away from them.
And while you're at it, stay the hell away from me, too!

Priscilla: Samantha!
Please, don't shut me out of your life!

Samantha: You told me that
my daughter was dead. But she isn't. You're the one who is dead. Good-bye,
mother.

Deacon: Are you? I mean,
really? Wouldn't you like to get out from underneath this burden and just kick
back and enjoy Nick and Brooke living a life together not based on a lie?
Jackie, I'm not doing this to hurt you. Hell, I'm doing this to help you. All
right, I'm going to get busy tracking down the baby's DNA make up. You make with
the plucking, all right?

Jackie: Why? I mean, why,
Deacon, are you really, really doing this for me?

Deacon: Because you're
about the only friend I've got. And I care about Brooke still, okay? So, you
know, I care about my daughter. And if Nick does turn out to be the father I got
a hell of a better shot at spending time with my kid then the Forrester’s are
ever going to give me.

Jackie: You're right. He
could never keep you away from Hope.

Deacon: Okay, then, all
right? Then we have to get this done, now, for everybody.

Jackie: What if Ridge is
the father? My god, what will it do to Nicky?